Name: Miia

Gender/Age: female, 18

Rank/Craft: Journeywoman Minecrafter (gemstones), Candidate

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Location: Alabaster Hold

Relatives/Family: parents live elsewhere, both alive, sister named Roqy also in Alabaster (Journeywoman Harper/painter)

Dragon if any: pending

Physical Description: 5'1", 140, plump and beautifully so, fair olive skin, pale red hair that turns golden in sunlight which is slightly wavy and usually to her hips, green eyes. Round face and sure hands, Miia is usually the center of attention when she's around, her demeanor and voice both are aggressive but very friendly. She loves wearing multi-layered dresses (more or less appropriate for the climate and time of year) and usually likes having jewlery on her person -- mostly that which she's made herself.

Emotional/Mental Description: Open, friendly and honest, will call someone's bluff if need be, and truly hates to be betrayed. Once she is a friend, she's yours for life, but don't cross her. She is aggressively pursuing dragon riding, and while she makes no mistake of imagining herself on gold above any other color... She has a remarkable memory and is quite literate, before she was Searched she was about to enter the Harper hall as an apprentice scribe or story teller.

Skills: Though she is a bit on the hefty side, Miia is always up there and ready to take care of hunting duties, scavenging, or digging for her favorite stones. She is totally unafraid of getting into places that others haven't been. She has a sharp eye for details, particularly in people and gemstones. Her hands are very nimble, and she both writes and crafts with precision. She is a good shot with a cross bow, and does enjoy hunting.

History: Born and bred in Alabaster, but spent time elsewhere as her family moved around before coming back to Alabaster to stay. She has a bit of worldly lore about her, and her memory serves her well for telling younger children stories about faroff places. She was Searched recently, after her Craft status was established.

Notes and Special Information: She is loyal to some of the people of Alabaster, before being loyal to the place itself. She distrusts Engell himself, but with good reason, as no one should entirely trust him! She would never say that to anyone he has as spies, and she does in fact recognize them as what they are for him. He has asked her to work privately, and she has declined, but they are on a friendly basis none the less.

Pets/Hobbies/Posessions: Miia has a pair of felines, Rough and Tumble, as well as a newly hatched Fire Lizard (a green) named Emeralda.

Emeralda came from Gallimim Weyr! Rough (left) and Tumble (right) both came from the adoption center at the Kshau Protectorate!

Emeralda flew through the open weyr door and landed on Miia's shoulder chirping loudly. "Oh-- NO!" Miia shouted, "get -- OFF!" Of course, that meant that the two felines who had been asleep on the counter where Miia was working on her beads and threading were now wide awake and about to bolt off the table! After a moment or two of pure beaded chaos, Miia managed to chase the felines under the bed, and the flit into the rafters. She panted a bit, and then began the slow work of cleaning up the beads which had all scattered on the floor. "I don't know why I bother... All that work, putting all the beads in order. For what?! BAD CATS!" She scolded them again, and the white noses poking out from the blanket zipped back under again. "Hey," Ger'in said at the door to the beadworkers weyr, "there is a Search on, in the courtyard. You should be there." "Oh, why? A dragon would only make these impossible to make..." She dangled a row of beads in the air and Emeralda swooped down to get it. Then the flit chirped sweetly on Miia's shoulder. "Come on, Miia, might as well see if you're dragonrider material." The dark skinned man smiled and held out his strong hand. Miia took it after putting her things away. They went down the wide stairs, and Miia clicked her tongue at herself. "Oh, I won't make much of a rider... I can't even think of the dragon big enough to carry me... I haven't lost any weight while I'm out hunting and getting exersize!" "Miia, haven't we all been over this? You aren't fat, you're strong-bodied." Ger'in smiled. Miia sighed, and they arrived to the weyr's courtyard where a blue dragon from Talor Cliff Weyr had dropped off his rider. The blue looked up as Ger'in and Miia entered, and at first Ger'in thought it was because they'd been around each other while he was still a weyrling at Talor. But no! Mitanth snorted loudly and gave a stamp of his big blue foot. Nora waved her hand and asked something that Miia was too far away to hear. Then, the raven-haired rider approached the pair. "She's coming for you," Ger'in said. "She is not," Miia said, sure. "She is too," Nora said when she got there. "Mitanth is very rarely wrong, and I'm always sure we're going to find someone new at Alabaster. So come along, get your gear together and write your folks, whatever you need to do! We've two golden eggs on the sands, and almost three dozen others!" "That is a lot of eggs," was all Miia could say.

And a lot of eggs began to hatch! Miia watched as another Alabaster inhabitant impressed her blue, laughingly to the distress of the boys. It wasn't much after that when a huge number of eggs burst open at once! Several greens came along to the group of girls standing there, and Miia saw... Brilliant. You are wonderful. Come to me, Miia. I am Raginth, and I am waiting. Do you think for a moment I wanted one of those bony dimglowed girls over there? Of course not! "Raginth," she whispered...

Raginth has grown! View the Weyrling and Adult page!